Paroles de Calla

At the gate Calmly I wait Mild wind of the evening May not be cold Alive I feel That I may not be Slowly time passes A touch of eternity Like the moment I first met You Narrow path Old grey bridge Water as still as silence Inviting It is not yet time By the path Calla lilies Pale in the night Colorless in starlight As long as it takes I am prepared for this At dawn You arrive Together we cross the grey bridge And enter the valley Of calla lilies